The red silhouette

She stood there waiting 

Just a mere reflection proved her existence.

No smile, no sentiments

She stayed there. Motionless.

Her tiny breaths were precious

But silent.

Only her thoughts were loud

Suffocating her like walls closing in.

Suppression, denial, regrets

All these enmeshed in one.

A splatter of red

Staring into the blank faces of those around her.

In the dark streets

Her footsteps were solely heard.

A soul without meaning

Living, but not existing. 

Her presence was unimportant

The fears she had came to reality.

Blood surrounded her body

As death be to those of little faith. 


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